Illusions of Invincibility
Time seems to rise and fall
like the tall-grassy
memories of man's youth.
In this lifetime
I’ve seen men at
their weakest moments,
so low that cracks on dirty
wet porches towered above them
and again, on the summit
of their most triumphant
And now, looking back
I can see that the greatest
differences in those men
were not the strength of
their bodies or the money
in their pockets, but their thoughts.
I’ve suffered so much pain
and the loss of men that I often
wonder when I might crack and fall.
We called each other brothers.
We were related by commonalities
and friendship, a need to be around
others like us who understood. We all
had our own stories, some sadder than
others. But we would grow to understand
that the blood flowing inside our veins
does not define our brotherhood. Some of us
would also grow into feared men, some
sooner than others. Like men in war, we
bonded as brothers in arms. Some conquered
their worlds with illusions of invincibility.
Many of them are gone now. And now
that the end is in sight, all the illusions
I once shared with them subside into
the past like so many of their faces have.